Humiliated Far From Home: How I Became A Cuckquean And Lost My Fiancé

“Please,” I moaned, falling to my knees in front of him like she had the night before. “Leave her here. We can be happy together baby. I know we can.” But he had only smiled and rubbed my head affectionately like he would a slobbering dog.
“Please Jack.” I was crying, but it was no use. Half an hour later, we were in the car again, beginning the long drive back home. She was there too. We had come to Colorado for a friend's wedding. When we arrived, he had still been my fiancé. By the time we left, he was her's. This is the story of how I became a cuckquean and lost my fiancé.